“Cheap?” Hadjar muttered. “It’s a war trophy.”
“I’ve got orders I need to follow,” Dora said.
With her free hand, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked at them. It was a purely reflexive, feminine action. But, by the High Heavens, after seeing it, hundreds of men would be willing to sell their souls for a night with her.
“And they involve the Forest of Shadows?” Hadjar asked.
“Didn’t anyone teach you, junior disciple, that if you don’t interrupt people, you’ll get to the point faster?” The elf girl said reproachfully. Hadjar rolled his eyes. He was being lectured by a child half his age. “I’m not on a mission from ‘The Holy Sky’ School... although I took a task, of course. It said something about the leaves of a shrub. Who would want to waste their time collecting such
